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NOS, VIOTU^I, SALUTAMUS. 



(for private circulation.) 

At the close of a long life, reaching near the four-score 
years, few of the early friends are to he found to recall the 
past or exchange impressions of the future, yet if one has 
made the best use of his memories, and his hopes have be- 
come clearer as he has threaded the mazes of life he will 
have many sympathies with the young, and will be disposed 
to take old friends by the hand as we pass over. A few words 
as to some new thoughts and their mode of treatment. He 
stands as it were on the inner or thither side of nature and 
speaks of the phenomena of existence from that side, rather 
than from the outer side of things. From watching the opera- 
tions of his own mind, and the courses of action by others, 
and teeing that all loves, whether conscious or spontaneous, 
centre to the self, and that the muscular or physical force of 
centralizing to the self is the prominent agency in drawing to 
and centering to and around the self, even as attraction 
draws to its centre ; and that in all outward action, conscious 
or spontaneous, the muscular or physical force of projection, 
repulsion, is the prominent agency in such facts ; and that the 
mind creates its own forms for embodiment in the various acts 
of life and works of fancy, he therefore treats the physical 
forces of nature as representative of mental or spiritual powers. 
The demonstration of this law of the universe he has made 
elsewhere in a more precise and formal manner. The use he 
has made of the ether as the nerve of the universe is fully 
justified by science, when it demonstrates that the sun is a 



great electric battery, and the earth a great magnet, and most 
of the growths and changes which take place on the face of the 
world are produced by the action of the sun on the earth 
through the sensibility of this universal ether which extends 
everywhere and conveys to us the light of the farthest stars, 
distant from us myriads of millions of miles, so that thousands 
of years are necessary for the light to reach us, and beyond 
that is infinite. It is true our earth is but a dot, yet our 
minds go out with an infinite grasping to the stars and the 
nebula? on the waves of the ether, in the measurement of its 
vibrations, much as we measure the forces along our nerves 
from the brain to the extremities. Having a moral system to 
which these and all other facts are subsidiary, it is proper that 
one who is about to live (victurus is the future participle of 
both viro and vinco) should make his parting salutation. 
Steenrod, May Uth, 1884. 

The Crucial Life— The Transition of Humanity. 



Bring cypress and myrtle to crown the Dead, 
The dying Present, and the Past 
With dust of ages on him cast, 

And the sere leaves of Autumn lately shed. 

Autumnal leaves in dying glory shed 

Shall turn to dust whence forth they came, 
Or go to make some future flame, 

Or flowers for spring-time, in their early bed. 

Time died yesterday, and to-day he lies 
In death, — and he, to-morrow dies 
'Mid laughing sounds and wailing cries, — 

And not a soul could live unless he dies. 

Time is immortality,— and time is life; — 
Its changes are the mortal span 
That measure all the life of man, 

Which by the forces make his field of strife. 

Bring cypress and myrtle to crown the dead ; 
Emblems of death, emblems of love ! 
Whence come they ;— beneath or above, — 

Dark shadows of Fate, or symbols of Jove? 

Bring cypress and myrtle to crown the dead, 
For from dying and living come 



Wail and laugh, and life's busy hum, 
The hurrying tramp, and the burying tread. 
Death moveth onwards, and onward moves life; — 

Force into forces is changed,* 

And atoms in order are ranged, 

And Order rules over or comes out of strife. 

Strife, from the forces forever shall come ; — 
Attraction to centres shall draw, — 
Repulsion these centres shall flaw :— 

Atoms, — these centres— are Nature's whole sum. 

Nature's whole sum, in these atoms of strife, 
Incessantly works into form, — 
Th' ice that is cold, the blood that is warm, 

The deatli that destroys, the life that gives life. 

Attraction is shaped in manifold laws, 

Yet by one law draws to its ends : — 

What is Love that draws and that blends, — 

That centres to self, and self is its cause? 

So Repulsion comes from heart and from brain, 
Offensive, — defensive in strife ; — 
And passion and love make the life, — 

A life of forces, — or a life in vain. 

A life in vain, — if empty, causeless thought, 
And causeless love shall be no cause 
To move the nerves, give force no laws 

That in our conscious deeds our life be wrought. 

Myrtle and cypress from ashes of life, 

And grasses, fruits, flowers and grain, — 
Needs of the poor, wants of the vain, 

Come from the fires and the ashes of strife. 

II. 

Bring wine-cup and ivy to cheer the Heart, 
The heart, — the hearts that are sinking, 
The head, — the heads that are thinking 

Of wearisome days, — and would sadly depart ; — 

Depart to the land of shallow and dream. 
For that is the whole which we seem, 
Light on the cloud, shade on the stream, 

When the real is gone, — shadow and gleam ! 

Light gleams through shadows, — the shadow' is life, 
< dooms of the day, gleams of the night, 
Woven from gloom, weaving to Light, 

And the woof and the warp is love and is strife. 

And the shuttle of life with colors we All 

-One of the scientific theories of forces. 



Which picture the tints of the weft. 

As it passes to right and to left 
By pulse of the heart, by thought, and by will. 
And the mottled web of out life is spun 

From threads of woof, — from threads of weft 

Across the warp from right to left, 
From glooms of night and rosy gleams of sun. 
And this many-colored web of life is spun 

By darkened thoughts, by brightened deeds, 

By lightened eyes, by heart that bleeds, 
Until our mystic work of life is done. 
Until the mystic work of life is done, — 

By thought is done, and web is wove 

In pulse of guilt or throbs of love, 
In colors, like changing hues from sun. 
And the fateful web of our life is laid 

From tints in the thread of life, 

By the skill, and the work and the strife 
Of the mystic self — the maker, and made. 
Maker and made ! there are Powers that give 

Forces which this Maker may use, 

Other forces to use or abuse, 
And fashion and weave the life he may live ! 
'Tis power of will that rules to outward fact. 

Projectile force for conscious deed ; 

And so attractive force we read 
When conscious love gives life to conscious act. 
And life's picture, with bright lines and with stain 

In the web of the life remains 

Lighting the heart, darkening the brain, 
As we labor in love, — or labor in vain. 
Serpents come forth and cross our human path, 

The lamb its gentle nature owns, 

And human nature sadly moans 
The human nature's folly, wrong, and wrath. 
Man labors in love, though a love that will stain ; 

Mind has its glooms, hearts have their stains; 

Ape, serpent, and tiger have brains, 
But man labors in love, or labors in vain. 
If brains to ape, serpent, tiger, belong, 

And their acts respond to their brains, 

And all shades of light are its stains, 
Whence cometh the right, and whence cometh wrong ! 

in. 

Bring flowers to crown the ghastly skull, — the skull 
Once many-thoughted, — wildly dazed, — 



In its own light and gloom becrazed, — 
Dazed and becrazed ;— with its own light too lull. 
But now the thinker gone, no thought is there ;— 
No thought is there,— no love for thought, 
From heart to ashes turned, is brought 
To give a bliss, or cause a future care. 
The ashes of the life are gone, — are gone ; — 

Where gone ;— whither ! Gone where they serve 

New sense to make, and newer nerve 
Of the universal Life that hurries on. 
The empty skull,— the emptied skull is here :— 

No thought, no love,— the real gone,— 

Gone with the Life that hurries on 
And thro' this skull no more shall think or fear.— 
Bring flowers to crown my life ;— bring wine — 

Bring ruby wine and woman's smile, — 

True or false :— shadows will beguile 
The passing moment :— passing shall be mine. 
Be mine, —be mine ;— snatched from th' Eternal Now, 

Shall now, — shall now be mine, and mine 

In my divinity divine, 
The passing life with pleasures I endow. 
And mine in my divinity divine, — 

The wine of life inflames the soul, 

The wine of life inflames the whole, 
And sense, and joy, and love I drink as wine. 

IV. 

To-morrow,— to-morrow is the fool of time, 

Which is, and is not till it come 

With cant of prayer or roll of drum, 
And all the rights it brings are linked with crime. 
Linked with crime, and grimmed with blood, and gained 

By indirection and sharp deceit, 

Which all the ages oft repeat, 
And Rights by Wrongs are founded and sustained. 
'Tis war for life, 'tis toil for daily bread ; 

'Tis war for rights that must be won, 

Heroic deeds that must be done, 
Till human rights o'er human wrongs shall tread. 
To-day,— this day we are the fools of time ; 

In thought, in love, in busy deed 

We idly laugh or inly bleed, 
And curse what yesterday we deemed sublime. 
What yesterday we did and deemed sublime, 

And walked the earth with port erect, 

To-day the very fools detect 



As errant folly, or as arrant crime ! 

Bring wine ; — with radiant wine dry up the tears, 

And let the blood flow freely on, 

And fill some other use when we are gone, — 
The empty skull holds nor thoughts, nor loves nor fears. 
And painted imagery of woof and weft 

Of passion, changing love and thought, 

With changing phantasies o'er wrought, 
Perish in their own law of change, — nor trace is left. 
No trace is left except the law of change, 

Which on the Past the Future builds 

And with the ash of death still gilds 
The varied change of nature's mighty range, — 
Changing and changing still. All things 

Are changing in perpetual flow ; 

The changing forces come and go, — 
Earth's mutability but changes brings. 
'Tis toil for daily bread, and they shall keep 

Who have, and they will get who can; 

'Tis man at war with fellow man ; — 
The weak and poor must sow, the strong will reap. 
They who have, they who thrive will learn to keep, 

Or there's uo proper state for man ; 

Such is the law since life began, 
Tho' some may laugh, tho' many more may weep. 
And rank, and wealth, and state and church are built 

On human rights — it so will be, — 

And contests fierce shall constantly 
Record this two-fold sum of human guilt. 
Wrongs lurk in rights ; rights in endless toil 

And heart-break struggle must be found ; 

And so we pace life's weary round 
To find at every step some sad recoil. 
Bring flowers to crown the skull ; bring wine 

To cheer the heart and make it ring 

With thoughts the living brain shall bring, 
With thought and love the moment make divine. 
This much we catch, but may not, cannot keep 

Succession of these lights and shades, — 

Gloom that changes, and light that fades, — 
And in the gloom of all life sinks to sleep. 



Earth — Time, the great kaleidoscope, revolves, 
And many pictured changes brings — 
Shadows of earth's all changing things, 

And movement is the only truth it solves. 



The infinite life is hurrying on, 

And space the changing phantoms fill, — 
Changes of thought, of love, of will, 

With which to seek the Unchanging One. 

The Unchanging One!— if such there be, 
In mutability is lost, 
And Self, by every tempest tost, 

May find no rest upon the shoreless sea. 

May find no rest upon this shoreless sea, 

Where every thing in change is lost, 
And t where this self is tempest tost, 

But would not rest in sloth eternally : 

But Avould not rest,— and would not change— yet be 
A self-directive power to act— 
Self-creator of conscious fact, 

And by conscious facts proclaim that he is free : 

That he is free to do, and free to dare 

And win some conscious prize of life, 
A self-reward, tho' born of strife, — 

If strengthened by the struggle with despair. 

And strengthened by the struggle with despair, 
And worn and weary never quails, 
And worn and weary never wails, 

Looks to his toil and -peace is smiling there ; 

Hope, tried and firm,— not she of silken curls — 
Holds steady helm, — o'er Fate prevails, 
Looks to himself, and sets all sails 

Into the dark sea that circles all the worlds ; 

With burning thoughts that press him to the sea 
Of time and space — immensity, — 
Where his own self, by truth, shall be 

The measure of its dread eternity. 



And the mystic work of life is all done 

By the foroes of life in each, 

As upward and onward we reach, 
And the summit by toil of brain is won ; 
And the summit by heart and by brain is won,— 

For there is high, and there is low 

In mind to which this self may go, — 
Dark deeps that arc conscious, heights light as the sun. 
'Tis foulness of depth, or grandeur of height, 

As truly and clearly the goal 

Is the noblest summit of soul 
Where love is all pure and knowledge all light. 
And knowledge and love are the Powers of life 



Which to him who wins may belong: — 
Baffled in right, baffled by wrong, — 

He is th' autocrat who rules in the strife. 

He moves thro the strife in his own manly air, 
And weary and worn never wails, 
And weary and worn never quails, 

His light in his soul, his heel on despair. 

Bring cypress to crown the dead, — myrtle bring 
For chaplets on the living brow, 
For all, — for all is passing now, 

And wail and wassail in earth's echoes ring. 

And wail and wassail thro the ages ring, — 
But for a higher, broader brow 
Which truth and genius shall endow, 

The laurel, palm, oak, and olive bring; 

And the coming man in his place shall stand, 
Bearing the torch of all the lights, 
Bearing the sword to guard all rights. 

Bearing the lofty soul of just command. 



Memories! — The sad memories when hope is none, 

And dead — the hope forever dead, 

And on the dust of life we tread, 
And there is no goal of Love which may be won ! 
No love to woo the heart and win the mind ! 

Whence, how, and why or mind or heart; 

Joy when we come, grief when depart, 
Love for the lost, or those we leave behind? 
No mind no thought, — no love, no purposed mind ; — 

All ends are in some purpose fixed; — 

All deed* are thought and purpose mixed ; 
And thought, and love, and will are powers combined ; 
And to the outward world their strength display 

By forces that thro' muscles .move, 

As ponderous weight in iron groove, 
And their power of cause stands as open day. 
Memory and hope in life's full current flow, 

Make all the past and future one — 

Make life continuous life begun, 
And on the future all the past bestow. 
Scene passes scene, and nobler aims of strife 

With newer forms of thought appear — 

Higher in each coming year 
With richer memories and with fuller life ; 
As if through all a conscious moving soul 



The onward life of Thought diffused, 
The upward life of Love suffused — 

Brought from the past, into the future roll. 

And in the whole all to one issue tend ; 
Love and thought unfold the plan, 
Completed in perfected man, 

The salient aim in such a salient end. 

Nature, in grades, ascends to higher planes, 
Man on to broader life deploys, 
To higher aimings, richer joys, — 

'Tis the same power which man more fully gains. 

'Tis in the Book, God said that all was good, 
Fitted to changing time and place, 
Tho' God's own image we deface 

And write all human rights in blood. 

Such goodness, then, is in some far-offend 
Which growing goodness may attain, 
And human will, thro' toil and pain, 

To this great issue all its powers must bend. 

So reads the regal law in nature's page, 
And measures all the acts of men, 
And doom prescribes with iron pen 

When base corruption spreads from age to age. 

End : — concordant means thro' all changes shine: 
Tho' shadows mix with broken light, 
The very shadows mould the sight, 

As thro' some screen is poured the light divine. 

The shadowy changes are but forms of light 
In soft or darker shadows cast, 
And shadows passing, shadows past 

Are pictures on the screen of human sight. 

And pictures come ; they live, they go, each fades 
As shadows cast their darkness o'er, 
But ever and for-ever-more 

Thro all a nerve of life and power pervades. 

Slight tact for touch, slight touch for every nerve, 
Slight touch upon the talking wire, 
Deep throbs which spring from each desire, 

Bespeak a cause all fitted ends to serve ! 

Bespeak a cause all fitted means to serve, 
All ends in matter well to gain, 
All functions of the active brain 

That send their forces thro each living nerve, 

Where mind presides to alter, change, supply, 
And give the impress of its cause, 
And stamp intelligence in laws 

Where means and ends to conscious wish reply. 



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And what is wish but love,— and love is/ear 

T' offend the majesty of mind, 

And binds the good in kind to kind, 
And meaning gives to time's unfolding year. 
Forces, informs, thro nature's changes wind; 

They fill the ether's starry deep, 

And order give, and order keep — 
Memorial and prophecy of Mind. 
So mind is there : an universal nerve 

Whose touch to deepest, farthest space 

May reach, in slow or swiftest pace, 
Is there and everywhere that mind to serve. 
Across the deeps of time and starry space 

The nerve of Ether gives the ken 

Of kindling worlds and dying men, 
And the whole moves within its wide embrace.* 
Within, without the range of human sight 

It moves, an universal sense, 

Moves and works in omnipresence, 
And forms of matter are richer nodes of light. 
Light was in earth's billowing atoms nursed, 

And the first germs of nature fed, 

Remoulds the ashes of the dead, 
And in the last produces still the first. 
And light thro all the mazy courses runs, 

Gives form to flowers, gives life to seeds, 

And with abundant bounty feeds 
The living movements of the worlds and suns. 
Light in crude nature moulds the flow of all, 

And light is life, and light is mind, 

And binds all men in kind to kind, 
And breaks the darkness of the eternal pall. 
The darkness when no law or order was ; 

No law in force to rule the deep, 

No order law to give or keep, 
And nothing was, or nothing was as cause. 
For light is but a blank and arid cause 

That science measures in the waves 

Of ether ; living self-hood craves 

-When Dr. Samuel Clarke (1675-1727) published his great work, "The Being and 
Attributes of God," Kishop Butler ( 1692-1752) took exception that he made space a self- 
existent something which rilled and pervaded the infinitude and was therefore evi- 
dence of any eternal omnipresent entitky. Later writershold that Clarke made no such 
vain proposition. Space, in itself, is not a power, agency, or entity. It is hut the 
nominal emptiness in which powers, forces, entities arc and work. Had Dr. Clarke 
know ii. as all scientists now know, that an actual and communicating ether tilled all 
space, that portion of his argument would have had a more solid I >ase and a clearer 
significance. Those readers who may be curious to see how great minds do not, some- 
times, understand themselves, and cannot interpret themselves to each other, can find 
a remarkable instance of this in the correspondence on this subject between these two 
able men, contained in an appendix to the Life of Bishop Butler. 



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The higher truth that speaks from living laws. 
If cause affects the mind, then what is mind 
So to explore, and feel, and know 
Cause in its universal How, 
And as conscious cause its own self-hood find. 
In conscious cause its conscious self-hood find, 

And know the light behind the light 

That gives thought, love, will, clear insight 
That so in life thro' all the darkness wind ; 
And darkness knows as absence of the light, 

And so the light is known as cause 

That giveth life, that giveth laws, 
And gives to man. alone, the sense of right. 
Ho nature is transparent screen impressed 

With forms of all we see or know, 

And lights behind it thro' it flow 
In living warmth, and living cause attest. 
If nothing was, whence all this moving cause 

Of series in successive flow ; 

If cause moves all things here below 
Whence order, in its multitude of laws? 
If evolution — and naught else — then blank 

All nature in beginning was, 

And involution was not cause; 
But cause and involution equal rank. 
. If involution, — all involved in seed 

Of possibilities to act 

And make the universal fact, — 
Then all potentialities of deed 
To provision th' universe were there, 

And the great whole in system bind 

And give the crown of mind from Mind, 
And mind was more than formless plasm, or air, 
Or aught that evolution can suppose 

For cause, or chance, or sightless law, 

Or thought, or will, or love, or awe, 
For instinct races, or the mind that knows. 
Man's mind, that plans by its creative force, 

Reads the great system of the whole, 

And draws, in richness, from his soul 
Bright previsions of natures wisest course.* 
And endless cause, which all the future moves, 

Is Immortality of Power ; 

*It is certain that men have demonstrated problems in science Mini mathematics be- 
fore it was known that they had been employed, in the structure of the universe, or in 
the movement of its parts." It is also certain thai without this prenfeMMi of the mind of 
man manv of the discoveries of the laws of nature would not have been made, or 
would not have been made as early as tiny were. Many important instances could be 
cited. 



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If Future lias no fated hour 
Its past, eternal as the future proves. 
If formless plasm,— then it again may be, 

And all the phantom-scenes may pass 

Like pictures mirrored in the glass, — 
But how the picture, how the glass I see? 
If pictures mirrored in the glass 1 see 

But endless changes aye present, 

Their endless cause they represent 
In moving order to this thoughful me. 
If in the causes as they onward trend 

Thought, love and will I trace or find, 

Then all the elements of mind 
Are there, and to that Mind my hrow I bend. 
Mind which, in certitude, in varied laws, 

O'er all, its order supervenes, 

In system moves the shifting scenes 
By wisdom, iove and power, is Primal Cause. 
Then what is mind? Self-consciousness of Power 

To mould and move in fornix of thought, 

Thought or matter into action brought 
For act and end of love, earth's noblest dower. 
There is no deeper base for universal cause 

Than thought, and love and will ; 

And these, in energy fulfil 
The varied change of life ; and nature's laws, 
In like results, till ad her vast domain, 

And, like the picture-books in schools, 

Teach wisest men her wisest rules, 
But first, the mind to know leads all the train. 
And Love must combat Wrong, and suffer scathe ; 

How else could Love its uature prove; 

How else can wisdom wed with love, 
And reach to Him, thro' discords, hut by faith $ 
And what is faith tint thought] am/ love, and will, 

Seeking their full accord of life, 

Andthro' the dim and mazy strife 
Their own concurring oneness to fulfil. 
For Love attracts, tho' knowledge vague and slight 

May guide its wandering, devious ways ; 

Love impels, aspires, gathers rays 
Of thought, deeper love and power, in trifold light. 
Love attract* in love, and will project* its force, 

And Reason's laws we all can see, 

And man, in his divinity, 
Is the rich emblem of his living source. 



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God creates; man creates in kindred kind, 

And power and force to both belong; — 

Noble life is the epic song 
Of mind which represents eternal mind. 
The trifold light thro nature's shadows shine, 

In wisdom formed, by love inspired ; 
In wisdom and in love attired 

Creative power proclaims itself divine. 

And in the causes as they onward roll 

Wisdom and love and power 1 rind, 
And as nature's mirrored to my mind 

This higher truth is mirrored in my soul. 

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes ; nature gives 

And takes, and moves her means of life, 
And all our days are change and strife, 

But 'tis by truth and love the Spirit lives ; 

Truth gathered in each sad and flowing year, 
Truth garnered from the awful past, 
And love like light on hill tops cast, 

To fill with joyance all the rolling sphere. 

VIII. 

In nature all tilings place and fitness find, 

Crude, fierce, wild, wayward tho they be : 
Each perfect in its sort we see ; 

The perfect whole reflects the perfect mind — 

So far ; and all the parts in eddying whirls 
Of movements in their systems joined, 
And systems into system groined 

Is thought infinite arching all the worlds. 

Think matter ! 'Tis of forces that we think, 
That many forms of show assume. 
And change like pictures of the loom, 

But still there is a far-tire missing link. 

Think mind ! and Power at once comes forth to view, 
And thought must have its fitting place, 
And Love will come in charm and grace, 

And Person — God and Man— these will endue. 

Man, thinker, lover, actor, systems finds, 
Of evil, which to evil moves, 
Of good, which all goodness loves, 

And here we find the work and test of minds. 

'Tis love of evil, and 'tis love of good, 

And 'tis this self which must decide, 
This deepmost, inner conflict guide 

In council of his spirit's solitude. 

And shall we think and love and act in vain? 



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No : by knowledge of the right, 

By power of love, stronger than might, 
Unite all powers in love and summit gain. 
This deepmost, inner Life shall rise thro' night 

With Powers unfolded in the strife, 

Perfected in the life of life, 
And from itself shall find the light of light. 



Each self is free to do and free to dare ; 

Self-director of conscious act, 

Self-creator of conscious fact, 
And by thought, love, and act of all is heir. 
What if he toils and struggles with the wrong, 

And love and hope, and knowledge gains, 

And thus his higher end attains — 
Then life is the true melody of song, — 
Then life is the full melody of song 

Upon this brink of shoreless sea, 

The anthem, toned eternally 
To truth and love which win the right from wrong, 
That win the right and leave no wrong behind 

To stain the pathway of the past — 

To stain the love the Father cast 
O'er all his works, from his omniscient mind, 
Mind from his universal centre sends 

Life in glorious plenitude — 

Life, flowing in infinitude, 
Blending in love, and in his wisdom blends — 
Hope, tried and firm, her victor's flag unfurls — 

Holds steady helm — o'er fate prevails — 

With conscious purpose sets all sails 
Into the sea of light which circles all the worlds. 



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Life — of its noblest heritage be heir, 

Face wrong, the Right maintain, nor let Despair 
Stain the rich thought and Love thou hast. 
Memory and Hope from out the Past, 
Like Light into the Morning cast, 
Like Morn which filled the formless Vast 

With Light and shade for Time's immortal year 

Shall weave the robes that Purity shall wear. 

Bring olive and palm — the Olive and Palm 
Sing life's choral hymn, chant life's choral psalm 



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When the undying dead lies here, 
And thought and love conquer despair, 

Ami man's son shall be (foil's own heir, 
Robed in truth, the light he shall wear, 
Wearing the olive crown, wearing the palm, 
Whose thoughts were a Hymn, whose deeds were a Psalm. 



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